Odd Future, Earl Sweatshirt, Mike G - Cool lyrics
[Odd Future, Earl Sweatshirt, Mike G - Cool lyrics]
It's the pick of the litter
Mobbin' deep in the woods
With six other niggers
Yelling at the trees, like, "Hey, hi
Mister!"
I'm Life-Litter's official stripe-getter
Dig this: I'll get a
Shovel and strike sisters
And kick 'em when the handle
Starts digging in my blisters
Sick, cynical cyanide spitter
So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker
I'm broke, no cheese, my hoes crackered
I'll show you a dope rapper
I'll shit on a nigga with no bladder
Then throw it in his eyes to
Show him he don't matter
The night creeper in a nice white Jeep-er
With three white divas who
Snort and like penis
I'm hotter than at least five heaters
In the middle of the summer
With a sleeved wife-beater
Purebred degenerate, gentleman
Little Aryan ngger with hairy clit for dinner
It's Wolf Gang, triple six
Niggas on that simple shit
I'm on a fucking spree
Burning bodies in a rental whip
Wolf Gang rad, no bum-ass shit
So since the fans lagging
Now they tryna come back quick
Ask from 'Dera to Fax
(They say, "Fuck that shit!")
We half-African swagging of course
We run that shit
Yeah, I been sick since I
Was unmixed and mastered
Blastin' Bastard, screaming
"Fuck another rapper!"
OF soldier, Buffalo Bill
Don't think I will, but I'm
A gunner for the Bills, like Tasker
Ha, I'm the cream of the crop
Officers in the trunk with six other cops
No way that I'll stop
They'll arrest me after
Fix the scene just to put me
On screen like an actor
Shit, no need to tell me, I know it's hot
As weather where them bitches wear
Bikinis with polka dots
It's overly overkill
Because my niggas know a lot
'Bout taping and raping and throwing
Overboard from a yacht
So now, they probably hate me
But that's why the fuck I'm here
And you should man up, there's
No need to be sincere, faggot
Heard that you were queer
So why would you fuck with wolves
That'll leave you on the ground
Like your rap career? Ha, ugh
So you don't want it don't start none
We're fuckin' Radical, been Fucking Awesome
Talked a lot of shit so, for words
You're at a loss
Raised enough money just to get
Someone to kill my boss
Ha, now, that's a fucking "suit for hire"
Hang her higher, light a fire
Fuck my former supervisor
I'm the truth, you a liar, blue as Clues
I inspire odd Future
Motherfucker I'm your new supplier
Mobbin' deep in the woods
With six other niggers
Yelling at the trees, like, "Hey, hi
Mister!"
I'm Life-Litter's official stripe-getter
Dig this: I'll get a
Shovel and strike sisters
And kick 'em when the handle
Starts digging in my blisters
Sick, cynical cyanide spitter
So when I kick rhymes, my victims die quicker
I'm broke, no cheese, my hoes crackered
I'll show you a dope rapper
I'll shit on a nigga with no bladder
Then throw it in his eyes to
Show him he don't matter
The night creeper in a nice white Jeep-er
With three white divas who
Snort and like penis
I'm hotter than at least five heaters
In the middle of the summer
With a sleeved wife-beater
Purebred degenerate, gentleman
Little Aryan ngger with hairy clit for dinner
It's Wolf Gang, triple six
Niggas on that simple shit
I'm on a fucking spree
Burning bodies in a rental whip
Wolf Gang rad, no bum-ass shit
So since the fans lagging
Now they tryna come back quick
Ask from 'Dera to Fax
(They say, "Fuck that shit!")
We half-African swagging of course
We run that shit
Yeah, I been sick since I
Was unmixed and mastered
Blastin' Bastard, screaming
"Fuck another rapper!"
OF soldier, Buffalo Bill
Don't think I will, but I'm
A gunner for the Bills, like Tasker
Ha, I'm the cream of the crop
Officers in the trunk with six other cops
No way that I'll stop
They'll arrest me after
Fix the scene just to put me
On screen like an actor
Shit, no need to tell me, I know it's hot
As weather where them bitches wear
Bikinis with polka dots
It's overly overkill
Because my niggas know a lot
'Bout taping and raping and throwing
Overboard from a yacht
So now, they probably hate me
But that's why the fuck I'm here
And you should man up, there's
No need to be sincere, faggot
Heard that you were queer
So why would you fuck with wolves
That'll leave you on the ground
Like your rap career? Ha, ugh
So you don't want it don't start none
We're fuckin' Radical, been Fucking Awesome
Talked a lot of shit so, for words
You're at a loss
Raised enough money just to get
Someone to kill my boss
Ha, now, that's a fucking "suit for hire"
Hang her higher, light a fire
Fuck my former supervisor
I'm the truth, you a liar, blue as Clues
I inspire odd Future
Motherfucker I'm your new supplier